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Rambling

Rambling like bittersweet
At our garden wall
In peppermint air
Beyond electric bees
Out of a campfire’s spit
Beneath lilac and lavender
Within a grape’s dew
Among the outsiders
Inside the world of us
Between the in-betweens
Under nebulae, novae and galaxies

Rambling like bittersweet
Over our garden wall
After all these thoughts
Beyond a halcyon dream
Alongside peace on parade
Across a forest stream
Amid soldiers marching in socks
Toward the tug of you
Near me in our us land
Despite the clutter of images
Past the rush of nouns and verbs
I’m back.

(written for One Single Impression Prompt #169: Rambling)

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 22, 2011 at 9:02 AM

    It's beautiful!
    It's spring!!

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  2. Ramesh SoodMay 22, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    Yes, good to see you back... you wrapped it well..

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  3. SandyCarlsonMay 23, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    I'm back. And nothing more to be said. All those sensory wonders and then a delicious silence. Back.

    ReplyDelete
  4. JingleMay 27, 2011 at 2:04 PM

    very refreshing words.
    cheers.
    elegant rambling.

    ReplyDelete

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